Liu Su finished these tasks and then turned to watch Ye Hao and the old man play chess, his gaze on Ye Hao gentle and soft...
Ye Hao smiled as he moved the chess pieces, calm and carefree, not worried at all about being crushed into surrender by the old man at the start.
At first, you move, I move, Ye Long secretly curled his lip, thinking: These silly games, they act as if they're facing a great enemy, I really don't understand what they're thinking.
The old man's gaze was sharp, and even before the chess pieces moved, he had already planned the next five moves. His chess play was experienced, and his skill deep. Even though Ye Hao had the eighth-generation system that could predict the next twenty moves, he couldn't force the old man to advance even by one step in a short time.
